crimson

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you know there's no salvation
in this path that you tread.

the river won't wash you clean
when the water's so red.

remembrance is the weight of
turning solace into rubble.

this nightmare is the price you
pay, no matter your struggle.

don't try to escape, fool.
this is the grave you dug.

don't blame no fate, fool.
you pulled your own rug.

the horrors in your mind won't
fade, you cannot forget.

it broke something in you, and
that's payment of your debt.

redemption is too far for you to
reach with bloody hands.

redemption is too far for you to
reach with bloody hands.

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